(Lux - PoV)
Owwwwww.
Waking up, I feel incredibly sore all over, especially my chest. Damn my chest hurts. I try to rub it but can't move my arm?
I better not be strapped down in a laboratory again, I am not apologizing for wrecking another lab Dr...whatever your name was.
I open my eyes and, oh, no, that's an Annie attached to my arm, not chains or laboratory straps. That is much more acceptable. Much, much more acceptable.
I go to stroke her hair with my other arm but, apparently, I had lifted myself up with said arm to look around. No longer having said support to lean upwards, I fall back down, which causes more hurts. Owwww.
Annie grumbles at me to stay still.
I...yes. I think I will listen to your sage advice Anniekins. Moving doesn't seem to be working out for me that well.
Seriously, what the fuck? My chest feels like I got sh...o...t...
Oh...Right...The bitch...
...
I can't resist trembling, my eyes darting around, searching for her. Surely she isn't still around, right? Annie wouldn't be calmly sleeping next to me, with me all bandaged up in that case. But...I...
I call up a bit of magic to my free hand, just a bit, just in case, but oh god it burns! Fuck, my chest, and my shoulder, I can't stop the cry that escapes me.
"AH!"
"Lux!" "Lux!" "Luxanna!" I hear several voices call my name.
Moments later the rest of our family are standing over us, worried expressions on their faces.
Ok, probably no Vayne. That's good. But why is my magic broken again? That is very much not of the fucking good!
I WANT MY LASERS BACK!
"Loud..." Annie complains from next to me.
I look over to find her glaring at everyone.
"You are supposed to be sleeping," she scolds me.
I mean, I was, but I'm not anymore?
"I woke up I guess?"
She blinks at me.
"Is that good?" she asks.
How the hell should I know, I'm not a doctor. I blow things up. I'm sorta like an anti-doctor. Actually, I think that goes for all of us. Who the hell fixed me?
I shrug at her.
"You tried to use magic, didn't you?" Brother asks.
I nod.
"Try to avoid that for a while longer. Vayne loved her anti-magic. Fortunately, it means the poisons she used are less traditionally deadly, but whatever it is she did use is still in your system, and will be disrupting you for a while longer. It should pass soon, however," he explains.
...Bitch.
That is a relief though, that it is temporary. I was worried...
Kat rolls her eyes. "Of course the first thing she does on waking is attempt to cast something. Please tell me you weren't going to recreate your little adventure in Dr. Kane's lab?
Ah, Dr. Kane, that was his name.
"No! I mean, not after I saw Annie, I figured I was good then. I just, I remembered Vayne, so...I wanted to be sure she wasn't going to, you know, pop back up like an evil jack-in-the-box and shoot me again."
I don't know. I mean, it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense but...Fuck my chest hurts.
I would like to sit up but I don't think that is a good idea right now. Annie also still hasn't let go and that's the one thing that feels kinda nice. Good munchkin. I'd hug you if I was working properly.
"That...won't be a problem, dear." Big Sis speaks up quietly. She looks...conflicted. Relieved but...ashamed. Oh, I'm going to have to talk to her about this, aren't I? It's not your fault Vayne's a crazy bitch Big Sister.
"I...I am so, so very sorry that she harmed you in the first place Luxanna, but I swear she will not do so again."
"It's ok Big Sis, shit happens. Vayne is a sneaky evil bitch, I don't blame you for anything, I was far too careless for a warzone, not paying any attention at all to my surroundings..." I admit.
I sigh.
"I was treating the whole thing as a game...To be fair it was really fun, but it was my fault as much as anyone's that it happened, so please don't go blaming yourself like that, or making promises either. Vayne is sneaky, I am sure she will try again..."
I will have to be better when she does...
"Ah...I...appreciate your words, but, no. I mean she cannot try again, ever. I..." Morgana trails off. "I thought she had killed you, so I may have..." her voice quiets to a whisper for the last part, "torn all of her limbs apart and shredded her organs."
...
"Way to go Big Sis!" I cheer...quietly. I don't want to stress my chest.
She looks embarrassed but everyone else looks at her in approval, so hopefully she will get over it.
Seriously, fuck Vayne. I hope it hurt.
Everyone settles in to talk about upcoming plans after that and at some point I drift off back to sleep.
It takes a few days, traveling across Demacia. Gives me time to recover, fortunately...more or less. Still a bit sore but my magic is back on track, which is what's important.
I keep my wings going, as a nice fuck you to the Demacians.
But, even more importantly, Vayne's recent attack reminded me of her first one. Specifically of Jack and his story. Jack...will never get to go home to his village. Never get to lead Noxian troops to pay that Magister a visit, to remind him of his niece.
But we can.
I ask around, and between the troops and Kat we get a pretty good guess of where it is, and it is not far out of our way. Technically it isn't exactly a high-priority military objective, but another moral victory counts right? We are pounding the hell out of Demacia with those as much as anything else.
In the end, everyone agrees and we set off in that direction. Everyone stays out of our way until we reach the little town/village place.
The people quickly retreat to their houses on seeing a Noxian Legion heading their way, which...wasn't really the plan but, eh, they'll get over it. No, our goal is the Magister. The men mostly set up in the town square...right around the fucking pyre in the middle. The pyre that is currently stocked with fresh wood.
...
I don't like what that implies.
Kat is organizing the men in the square while Brother gives orders to the squad that is accompanying us into the Magister's office.
"...the records, look for any involving magic, understand?"
"Yes sir!" They salute.
"I will examine the cells, I very much don't like what the fresh wood implies..." Big Sis informs us.
Annie...Annie stands in the middle of the square, clutching Tibbers while staring at the pyre. I think she knows what it is used for...
I look to Brother and we nod.
We approach the tall white stone building, one with a statue of the Angel at the pinnacle. Delusional fucks.
The guards inside have weapons drawn, but they know who they are dealing with and tremble at Brother's glare.
Their eyes widen even further as I enter the room, wings stretching out in full display.
"Stand down or be cut down," Brother demands.
*clang* *clang* *clang*
Every one of them drop their weapons on demand. The soldiers that follow us in take them into custody.
Pity, I wanted to watch Brother splatter them.
Advancing into the building, it is time to confront the Magister.
We find him just outside his office, dragging a heavy case out of it heading in the opposite direction. He yelps when he sees us. This bastard was running!
In a moment Brother is there, one foot on the case, his sword in Mr. Magister's face.
I hope he wets himself, the bastard.
"I...I...Noxian's! You are interfering in-in local matters! Y-"
Brother's gloved hand covers the fat bastard's mouth.
"Enough. You can come with us quietly, or I can break your legs and drag you behind me."
Brother releases his mouth, allowing him to answer.
"I...I'll come..." he says, defeated already.
Aww.
Brother picks up the heavy case, causing the fool to open his mouth again. A glare from brother and he closes it before making a sound.
Ugh, what a spineless waste of space. How the hell did this guy become a Magister? Just toeing the party line? He must be related to someone.
Cracking open the case reveals, yup, lots of coins and valuables. Fat bastard was trying to do a runner. Exactly how far was he expecting to get? Can he even run? I rather doubt it.
Brother shuts the case and carries it as we escort the douchebag outside.
(Morgana - PoV)
I note the number of angelic symbols as I make my way through the building. Where exactly is the justice in burning children? I suspect my dear sister Kayle would be no happier with these perverters of justice than I am...
The cells are dark compared to the rest of the building, with...sniffling coming from inside.
...Damn them. Damn them to all the hells.
I walk through carefully, finally finding a small figure huddled in the corner of the last cell.
"Hello there, little one, are you injured?" I ask, keeping my voice sweet.
Hiding the anger.
I have been hiding from the world for too long, allowing this to go on.
The sniffling stops, as the huddled mass looks up at me.
"H-huh? W-You!" They try to crawl backward further into the cell, fear on their face.
"Th-the Magister says you are a-a demon!"
...I...really dislike this Magister...
"Does he now?" I extend my wings as much as I am able and allow a light glow of power to shine forth, backlighting myself in a suitably dramatic manner.
"Well, which one of us has real angel wings, hmm?" I ask, smiling at the child's wide eyes.
Reaching into a pocket I pull out a carefully wrapped package before kneeling and extending my hand through the bars.
"And which of us has cookies?"
(Garen - PoV)
The Magister's steps slow as we approach the exit until I lose my patience and drag the scum the rest of the way, throwing him down the steps into the dirt in front of the building.
Morgana approaching from another room holding hands with a small child confirms everything. This mewling bastard was about to...
...
If he had been given the chance...If this piece of filth had ever been put in charge...had ever had power over Lux...she would have been tied to that pyre...
It is all I can do not to draw my sword and cut him down where he lies, or simply stamp him to jelly...
But would that be sufficient? For everything he has done? Would that send the right message?
I stand next to Lux and Morgana, pondering what to do with the still whining meatbag while Kat and the soldiers slowly circle him.
"So this is one of Demacia's famed Magisters of Justice? Really, and I thought the propaganda department was going over the top with their descriptions. They look to have been on point. Fat, weak, useless. Hopelessly corrupt. Likes to burn children. Tried to run with the money?" She asks me.
I nod.
She shakes her head, tutting.
"Really, way to play into the stereotypes. Not improving anyone's opinion of your people here, fatso."
He tries to reply, but she kicks him in the face.
"Ah ah, I didn't say you could talk. Scum like you need permission to talk," she taunts, slowly stepping around him, playing with her knives.
"Sir!" A soldier calls out from behind me.
Turning around, I glance back into the building, where one of the men I sent to gather records approaches.
"I believe we found them, sir," He hands me the files.
I hold them but...I don't want to see what's in these.
"How many?" I ask instead.
"At least six sir."
Turning back to the scene in the square, I watch Kat continuing to taunt the...thing.
It crawls its way towards us.
"M-mercy!" it cries out through bloodied, broken lips. "Angel, forgive me! Have mercy!"
"Forgiveness?" Morgana speaks. "Oh I very much believe in forgiveness my poor, poor Magister, but I learned so very long ago, when my father died, when Demacia burned, when my sister abandoned us...I learned forgiveness is for those who truly repent their actions."
"We should burn him," Lux suggests.
The thought seems...appropriate. I am not normally one for such measures but...
"Six. Six children you sentenced to a horrific fate, with a seventh only just spared. The pyre is already prepared..." I muse.
"Waste not, want not, as they say," Kat suggests approvingly.
"No, n-" Kat silences it with another kick to the head.
"Captain."
"Sir!" the soldier stands to attention.
"Go door to door, gather the townsfolk. Tell them justice has arrived, and they are to bear witness."